Day of Deliverables

Tonight, my soul, be still and sleep; The storms are raging on God’s deep— God’s deep, not yours; be still and sleep. Charles H. Spurgeon (Streams in the Desert) DAY OF DELIVERABLES italian sausage with banana peppers in a sesame seed bun. earlier donuts, as J Christopher’s served plenteous tables, needing to be bussed — no sense fussing over customers, waiting on me and him. you would have given us the day having not enough hands to deliver the stuff. life is rough, post-pandemic. we will stir our coffee again in your establishment, reputable, but for now our brunch grab is a half-dozen, craved, cream- filled, and fried, chocolate covered and glazed. my eyes. i scramble us up some cheesy-eggs so we don’t just fall asleep as the world calls to memory our dead - quite likely the reason we live. books leak into my eyes, lips, ears — gears turning with a one day panacea of someone else’s lives. the other hand free to stress over the internet that doesn’t allow for catch up of files. day spent riled, filled, and not alone nor in stacks. stack that all up to life on earth. angels watch my ups and downs. that is my teeth crunching, gritting, sounding out words from Coopers’ Muskrat Castle on Glimmerglass, and a couple chapters of Sawyer’s Sinking Sand, with a hopeful side of Cowman’s May 31st reading. flipping pages, not pancakes, nor my wig — ruminating about many things: my mother… 6/1/2021 Books mentioned: The Deerslayer by James Fenimore Cooper Sinking Sand by Kim Vogel Sawyer Streams in the Desert by L.B. Cowman